Sunday, August 06, 2006

After two and a half weeks of only picking up chickens on Wi-Fi, sitting here in Borispol Intl. Airport in Kiev is like cold water for a thirsting soul.
The Taxi drivers greet us a with a most interesting chorus:
"Uman, Uman, Uman . . . . Baba Yar."
They must think that Jews are the most morbid people in the world, living for mass graves and cemeteries.